The Merry Wanderer
In the loneliest of valleys, I have winded.
In the loneliest of valleys, I have tread.
In the loneliest of valleys, I have resided.
In the loneliest of valleys, I have made my bed.
Under the hottest of suns, I have strained with my
load.
Under the hottest of suns, I have seen total dark.
Under the hottest of suns, I have longed for an abode.
Under the hottest of suns, I have dried as if tree’s
bark.
On the deepest of waters, I have made it through.
On the deepest of waters, I have forged bonds.
On the deepest of waters, I have spent my time due.
On the deepest of waters, I have given my heart to the
ponds.
Be the elements earth, wind, or water,
May the journey be pure for every Merry Wanderer.
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